Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cyprus and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Zero Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.